Yes…But…

I don’t have to be strong with him.

His is the face I see
Every time I lie my body down.
In Sivasana, he visits me. He haunts me.
I need to want him. Or want to need him. On any given day.

Both.
Make me whole. Both make me empty of you and full of tears.

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